Ereba heard it all as they promptly crossed a street. The craving for blood was the strongest desire her kind could have. If she could draw a parallel, the narcotics humans used would be the closet of comparisons. At the same time, it was different. Unlike drugs, blood was a necessity, the only way to live. Ava should've considered herself fortunate. While she was quite composed, others in her position would have went on a frenzy. The initial thirst was never kind.

"The Enclave," Ereba said as they neared a large tower complex comprised of individual lofts. She could have gone anywhere in New York. Even afforded a home in the most affluent of neighborhoods. It was her love of the busy city life, which kept her in these cramped quarters. Plus, she would hardly know what to do with all the space. "You'll learn to know - respect - them soon enough. Think of it as your new identities government. Whatever they will, you'd do well to listen. I can't go into detail here, nor can I prove to you what I'm saying is real."

Taking out a card from her handbag, Ereba swiped it across a card reader, which let her inside the lobby. After general hours, her building went on lockdown. Only those with keys could get in - outside of breaking the door of course. She put the card away and promptly pulled Ava inside. 

"All I ask is a bit of faith," Ereba said as she pushed the two of them into the elevator. As the doors closed, she saw several figures standing outside, the look of anger and suspicion clear on their face. The elevator doors beeped as it began its quick, smooth ascent to the highest level. She took in a deep breath of air. "You can't go back to living the same way anymore, dearest. If you choose to leave, I shall not stop you, you'll find out first hand upon dawn's rise."

The doors opened as a small room with a single door rested at the opposite end. The top floor was hers, which had cost her a handsome amount of currency. With her eccentric habits, she could ill-afford any noisy neighbors hearing. It would have proved unfortunate for her if it was reported and for them. 

She walked out and turned to stare at Ava. "Come," she finally said. "You'll use some of my clothes and we'll throw yours into the wash. I suppose you'll have questions. New borns who're fortunate to live past their first hour typically do."